The Door October 08, 2015 Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google+ Email I used to pass by that door Whenever I went to school. Never saw it open, Never heard a sound. Just a closed door, Colors fading in the sun. I was very curious About what was behind it: Maybe a lonely ghost Sitting in the dark Just waiting for a toast When he'd be remembered? Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google+ Email Comments Ivone10/8/15, 8:41 AMLindo!Amei ler amiga Ana, aqui a inspiração está em alta!Abraços bem apertados!ReplyDeletePaulo Roberto Figueiredo Braccini . Bratz10/8/15, 11:28 AMLindo e eu aqui me deliciando em exercitar meu inglês .... rsReplyDeleteTony Bahia Bahia10/8/15, 12:06 PMFicou Belíssimo Ana!... Parabéns por tanta beleza em diagramação e versos.ReplyDeleteAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please, feel free to make a comment!